Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.